#worstultimatedetective

Dropped!

    Miu hadn’t been in Spirale for terribly long-- Hence, there was plenty of this shitty city she had yet to see. Sure, exploring it alone was an option. She wasn’t against it per-say, but it was much more fun to have entertainment around! The inventor just so happened to spot her fellow classmate in the Little Tokyo area. It was somewhere that had caught her attention right off the bat, given the high-action atmosphere and all the scenery there is to offer.

When Kokichi entered the cruise ship, he just looked for some fancy atmosphere. Good food and fun parties was what he had in mind, but right after he found some fancy snacks and drinks he could grab for free, they made a weird murdering announcement. All of that seemed a little fishy, and brought bad memories as well. Even the supreme leader didn’t feel like eating after that anymore, and put the snacks back where he got them in the first place.

Looking around in more detail, revealed a lifeless body lying on the ground, and some of the cruise staff, told them that it was the job of every passenger to find out what happened here. Finding the culprit... what a unwanted deja vu this was. As fate wanted, she spotted a way too familiar face too, and of course he wouldn’t hesitate to approach him.

“A murder mystery, huh? Well, aren’t you in your element here, Mr. Detective?” Honestly, he was already pretty much done with all of this. He played enough of ‘that game’ in the killing game already. Even if it wasn’t a real murder, which if it was or not they didn’t even know yet, that game was just... boring. That wasn’t really what he came here for, but now that Shuichi was here too, and the both of them were experienced in all of this as well, why not go along with it? 

Even if the victim was really dead, no one stayed dead here in spirale... right? “Isn’t it like in good old times? I’m totally honored to be your partner once again!” He was talking about the investigation they did together after Miu’s death. Not really something he liked to look back to, but Kokichi would go any length just to mess with his surroundings sometimes...

Reserved for you!

Miu hadn’t been in the city for long and yet, here she was, face with another weird scenario. She figured the image of a siren fit her-- Besides, she didn’t think she looked half bad! For her, there was no way for her to turn out odd, anyways. Still, she was curious to see what others looked like. She knew she looked the best, though. If she could run into a classmate, that would make it even better! Her large horns and wings accompanied each stride the girl made until she spotted a somewhat familiar face.

    Makl wasn’t necessarily self-conscience of her appearance, but more-so, it felt like a physical reminder of the past. Still, hiding the newfound horns and tail was impossible. At the very least, she figured there was a lot weirder than her. If she could, she’d much rather stay in her apartment bedroom until this storm passed. However, that wasn’t the ideal. She would rather not run into her classmates, but she had already been proven wrong earlier. Oh well.

    When she saw Shuichi, she let her arms rest to her side as she slightly leaned her head to the side. Maki was also an unholy, but his appearance was different than hers. He looked much like a zombie-- His complexion illustrated this, too. Regardless of that, the assassin could still recognize him from his clothing and overall demeanor. She felt no need to use any of her magic spells or whatever. She could just approach him normally. There shouldn’t be a need to change that.

Hearing all the various NPCs simply go with the assumption that he was aligned with his home location simply due to his species wasn’t anything that Rantaro would ever become accustomed to; his allegiances as a person weren’t ever aligned with one specific party but rather the people and causes within a group and he couldn’t say that he could really agree with what the new queen had chosen to rule with. That being said, it was a little relieving to hear that and see that a large bulk of the people that he had run across were in the same boat -- a war started by an outside force didn’t mean that loyalties could be created so quickly when not everyone had a hand in beginning the war. Of course, people as a whole were still susceptible to herd mentality, so Rantaro did have a feeling that his need to defend himself as he traveled would increase over time. Any solace was worth appreciating for that reason. 

Traveling meant going through some unnerving places and a graveyard in the middle of a war definitely fell into that category, Rantaro on somewhat higher alert when a silhouette took hold in the distance. Was it someone who knew a casualty of war or was it someone with more macabre interests? That much was hard to tell from a distance, so he stepped forward -- inching closer until that silhouette took a more familiar shape. 

“Shuichi, is that you?” The other male certainly looked a little worse for wear, with grey skin and tattered clothes, but it wasn’t like anyone had much of a choice when it came to what changes their body went through. The last conversation the two of them had before this war had begun was a little heavy, but he was genuinely glad to see the other -- Rantaro giving a little wave. 

Kaede was surprised to meet her friend near the Opalarian Empire, she herselfjust stepped outside of it to catch some fresh air. But it didn’t take long for her to notice that something seemed off about him. 

“Saihara-kun? What happened to you? You look really sick!” As soon as she said that, Kaede already tried in a clumsy way to perform some healing magic on him. Another elf she met before showed her how some spells worked, but somehow nothing happened. Shuichi still looked pale and sickly as before, and his clothes were looking really worn out too.